shake em up and roll the fuckn dice take a chance or imma take ya life with this steel pipe beat u up till ya leakin guts didnt they warn u dawg mr murdas fuckin nutts always drunk and high on drugs trippin hippie up in ya city spittin slugs out the grippy gonna take ya life gonna make it better say wassup to the devil when i make u deada ya masta splinta im the fuckin shredda screamin cowabunga when i puncture ya lungs cousin it aint up for discussion imma give u a concussion cus u pushed all the wrong buttons pitbulls and knuckles u gonna be seein doubles and eating with a funnel cus they gonna have to liquify ya dinna i stay gorilla mode nigga dressed like a bum but thats just a stigma escort u to ya grave and let u meet the dead goons in my crew pour out some liquor for the sick and dead skeleton heads that lurk around this house for the rotted and forgotten oct 31 is a day for the stiff splittas bodied in a bag im a raw paper and ya a rizla u get smoked pretty fast nigga one hitta quitta ill hit ya girl in the shitta with my one eye critta and if shes tries to spit out my kids ill punch the hoe in her fuckin throat mr murda spittin flow bangin on wax mr murda spittin fax with a axe in my lap upclose and personal stick a blade in ya stomach upclose and personal pretty fuckin morbid upclose and tranformin u into a fuckin zombie mr murdas hear reppin death cus pain is my hobby..